Day 1

Rye Corn, D9

"Rye! Get up out of bed!" Film Reel's voice pierced Rye's dreams. "We are on a schedule to get you to the arena! Get up now and go eat breakfast!" Lights flickered on and off until Rye's eyes opened. Film smiled, leaving her tribute in his room to get dressed. From down the hall, he could hear her giving Jayd the same treatment. Out of reluctance, he flew the covers off of him and went to the dresser to get his clothes. After the interviews, a pair of clothes was left on each tribute's dresser, to ensure they all look similar in the arena. He placed a plain tee-shirt and cargo pants on and left his room to go to the dining room.

Axel was already at the table, sipping his wine and eating his breakfast. Rye noticed how short Axel's hair was; it was clean cut and he looked like a proper gentleman. Rye took a deep breath and took his seat next to his mentor. His eyes settled on the small breakfast in front of him, which consisted of a small portion of eggs, two slices of bacon, one slice of toast, and an eight ounce glass of orange juice. Axel noticed the confused look on Rye's face and waited until Jayd, who just took her seat beside Rye, to show up.

"They want all the tributes to have the same amount of food in their stomach when they reach the arena." Axel explains to them. Jayd didn't mind the lack of food; she ate without complaining. Rye looked to the food, then to Axel's plate which was crowded with food. This will be the last meal some tributes ever eat and he only gets about half of what his mentor is eating. How selfish.

"Eat up! I need to get you two on the roof by ten! And it's nine forty-five! Hurry up and eat!" Film Reel chirped as she saw her tributes just stare at their food. Rye grabbed his fork and ate away at the eggs and bacon. As much as he wanted to stay in this room the Capitol gave him, he knew that he couldn't. He needed to eat and then go to the arena, where his death may be waiting. His plate was cleaned off and Film grabbed him by the arm. She dragged him and Jayd to the elevator, leaving Axel alone with his wine.

Malayna Smith, D10

Kiani led her tributes to the roof and escorted them onto the hovercraft. Lanie sat across the girl from 5 and waited for all the other tributes to take their spots. The boy from 9 took his seat beside her as more people began to fill the hovercraft. The smell and look of the hovercraft suggested that it was brand new, making more seats to accommodate the amount of tributes this year. The tributes from 4, 7, 12, and 14 all took their places. Lanie's heart began to pound as more and more tributes filled the hovercraft and as women in white went around, injecting their arms with some sort of glow thingy.

A woman walked up to the girl from 5 and injected her arm with the glow thing. The girl winced, but showed no fear of it. The woman turned around and looked to Lanie. "Give me your arm." Lanie did as she was told, and felt the round tracker enter her arm. It burned as it settled into its place, and Lanie felt like her skin was on fire. She did all she could to block the pain, but her skin continued to burn. A whimper was trapped inside her throat as she tried to release the pain.

The hovercraft was rising from the roof and began it's journey to the arena. Lanie's heart beat faster and faster as the craft picked up speed and was whizzing to the Career playground. She was one seat away from the nearest Career, the one from 4, and she tried to avoid his gaze. He seemed like he could snap her neck in an instant and end her life right here. The windows of the hovercraft were still bright, meaning that they weren't near the arena yet. She still had time to think of a plan, like Jada suggested. The hovercraft ride is another time to be thinking of a plan. Use the time wisely, Lanie could hear Jada's voice tell her.

Suddenly, the windows blacked out and the lights turned on in the hovercraft. A slight gasp escaped her throat when the windows turned black. She immediately wished that her gasp was kept in her throat. The girl from 1, the boy from 2, and the boy from 4 all looked at her hungrily. Lanie knew what she did and she wished that the gasp never escaped her lips. The hovercraft slowed down and a churning feeling crept in Lanie's stomach as the hovercraft made its decent into the arena.

Amelie Sage, D14

Amelie was in the Launch Room, waiting for anyone to enter. She knew that she won't enter the arena like this. She needed the tribute jacket that she has seen in earlier years. Who would enter and wish her good-luck before she rose into the arena? She looked at the clock on the wall. The Games were set to start at 10:30; it was 10:28. She only had two minutes before she needed to get into her tube and enter the world of death, the world she may never leave.

A door swung open and a white skinned woman entered. Under all her make-up, Amelie could tell this was Adrea, her stylist since she arrived at the Capitol. Amelie was ushered into Adrea's arms and she held on for a tight embrace. This may be the last time they ever see each other. Amelie shook in Adrea's arms. "It'll be okay, Amelie. I promise." Adrea's high-pitched voice whispered into her ear.

Adrea grabbed a black jacket that hung on a coat hanger and placed it over Amelie's shoulders. "This jacket reflects body heat. Expect some cool nights." Adrea slowly zipped up the zipper and looked into her tribute's eyes. "I know you are strong. You may be stronger than the tributes from One or Two. Hold onto your strength and make it through the Games. I know you can do this."

"Fifty seconds." An electronic voice called over the loud-speaker.

"Thank you." Amelie whispered as she slowly moved to the tube. She knew she needed to do this; it was her only chance at arriving home. The countdown continued as she stepped onto her plate, and the tube closed behind her. She swung her head to Adrea, who only nodded as a response. The voice called out ten seconds, and the plate slowly rose to the open air. Amelie's eyes grew wide in fear, but she bottled up her fear as her head reached a point of darkness in the tube. Light began to pour in, blinding the tribute for a moment. Her eyes cleared, and she was in the arena, staring at the golden horn in front of her.

Rod Bolts, D5

As he was risen to look at the arena he was placed in, Rod noticed that this arena wasn't like earlier years. The terrain was desert like, with cracks in the ground and very few plant life. All around the arena were mountains, mountains reaching the clouds in the sky. Trees bare of any leaves were around, but other than that there was not vegetation. The golden horn sat proudly in the center of the tributes, showing off its riches and wonders as the countdown began. Sixty seconds...

What could Rod use to save himself? He poised himself to run, not looking at the tributes on any side of him. The countdown was continuing, and he needed to grab something quick and run. What were the Capitolites doing now? Probably betting on their favorite tributes and ready to watch these innocent children get slaughtered. Rod shook that thought from his head. Don't lose focus! Thirty seconds...

The weapons were flaunting themselves off to the tributes, tempting them to take them. Rod kept his eye on a small backpack, something that he could grab quickly and run. The seconds continued to tick by as he kept his eye on the backpack. His eyes quickly turned to the little girl on his right, the girl who got a four in training. He knew she wouldn't make it very far. He turned his attention back to the backpack, and felt his leg muscles tense. His eyes darted to the clock and saw the time showing proudly to the tributes. 10 seconds...

The clock ticked to its final seconds, and the gong rang out. Tributes made a mad dash for weapons and Rod quickly ran to the backpack his eyes were on. He slowed to a jog to see what was in the bag. No weapons what so ever. Only rope, an empty canteen, and matches were in the bag. He zipped the bag back up and went into the belly of the beast. He needed the weapon, and he was taking a big risk of getting one. A knife whizzed past his face. Careers have already gotten their weapons and are spreading to attack.

Caden Miller, D2

The girl from 10 was sitting on the ground, inching away from Caden as he threatened her with his sword. Tears filled her eyes as she struggled to get away from him. Caden took no time in slicing the girl's chest, watching her bleed out. Her cries turned into nothing as he turned to see the commotion. Tributes left and right were falling down in a fight for their lives, and the bloodbath has truly begun. Caden quickly grabbed another sword from the Cornucopia and went out for more victims.

A girl ran in front of him to grab a bag, and Caden quickly tackled her to the ground. He pulled on her fishtail braids and made her scream for mercy. He looked into her blue eyes and remembered her as the girl from 12, the girl who screamed and cried at the Reaping. A smirk crossed his face as he pinned her to the ground. He raised his sword and the girl's eyes filled with fear. The sword was brought down on her, slicing and making deep gashes into her body. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as all life was drained from them. Caden stood up and looked for more tributes.

Over the commotion, Caden found Kleo striking down the boy 11, the little twelve year old who was nothing but sullen. She snapped his neck and he fell to the ground, dead. Kleo went to the ground to find a weapon and, while she was looking, Diamond came up behind her with a bloody knife. That bitch! Caden ran over to Diamond and pulled her to the ground, tackling her until the knife was out of her hands. He sat on top of her while her eyes filled with fear, the same fear that was stricken across the girl from 12's eyes. Genuine fear. Diamond knew what she had done and now she is paying the price.

"You were going to kill her, weren't you?" Caden screamed, knife poised to kill. Diamond shook her head, no noise coming from her mouth. "All because of what? Your dead mother? Kleo had nothing to do with her death!" Caden raised the knife above his head and plunged it into Diamond's chest. The life drained from her eyes as the knife took her life away. Caden stood up and left Diamond's body by the horn. He has more victims to worry about than a dead ally.

Playton Reyes, D12

Playton swung a small backpack over his shoulder and grabbed an abandoned knife from the ground. The desert floor was covered in innocent blood and the knife he grabbed was no different. His eyes looked for Saely among the commotion, but he couldn't find her. Was she hidden somewhere in the bare trees? Or was she hiding in the horn until the fighting ended? He ran around, knife in hand, looking for his ally.

He finally found the girl. Saely was on the ground, looking up at the girl from 4 who was ready to strike her dead. Playton saw this girl at training; she is a highly trained tribute. Playton clutched the knife in his hand and plunged it into the girl's back. A high pitched skriek was coming from her lips, but Playton continued to stab her until she fell to the ground, lifeless. He grabbed Saely's hand and left the bloodbath, making sure that she was safe from all the death and killing.

"Thank you, Playton." Saely says as they are running away from the Cornucopia.

"It was nothing." Playton says, as they slow to a jog. "At least we got a weapon out of it." Playton waves the knife in the air, jokingly. Playton's fingers entwine with Saely's as the venture deeper into the arena.

The Fallen:

Diamond Cortez, District 1: Stabbed by Caden

Dianel Kelly, District 3: Neck snapped by Ian

Maya Matthews, District 4: Stabbed from behind by Playton

Rod Bolts, District 5: Strangled by Diamond

Camden Pheon, District 8: Neck snapped by Kleo

Jayd Blair, District 9: Stabbed by Kleo

Melayna Ray Smith, District 10: Stabbed by Caden

October Huxley, District 10: Tackled by Predator

Jack Abonson, District 11: Neck snapped by Kleo

Meadow Walsh, District 12: Chest slashed by Caden

Melinda Hanis, District 13: Stabbed through by Predator

Tartan Blade, District 13: Skull cracked by Maya

Amelie Sage, District 14: Throat slit by Maya

Blakely Sage, District 14: Neck snapped by Ian

A/N: The Games have begun. How did you like the bloodbath? Did it shock you? I drew names from a hat to see who would die and who would live. Unfortunatly for Diamond and Maya, their names were drawn so they were the first Careers to die. I focused on their deaths and how they died, because Careers don't die without an explanation. Diamond was going to kill Kleo and Maya was going to slash Saely, but both of those tributes were saved, in turn killing the Careers. I will update the tribute list and sponsor points. Speaking of which, if you want to know how many points you have, PM me and I'll tell you how many you have to spend. Sponsor system is on Chapter 2 if any questions arise.

MY ORIGINAL STORY IS UP! I only have one chapter, but I will link you to it. s/3072870/1/Memories-of-A-Dragon I hope you review and like it. Link is on my profile if needed. :) I also have a new poll and I'd like you all to take it. That is also on my profile. :)